Graphic Drawing Novels & Stories

"Do you have any evidence to prove that this draft is yours? Do you have the original on your computer?" Standard design drafts now require the use of AI, CorelDraw, PS, CDA, and other software. The makeup draft displayed by Alyssa was the result of a computer drawing. Renee, turning on her computer, furrowed her brows slightly. Yesterday, she saved the design draft on the right side of the computer desktop, but now it disappeared. “You can’t find the original on your computer, right?" Alyssa sneered. "Of course you can’t , because you didn't draw the draft. I have the original!"

Sinclair, the visual teacher, approached me. I felt shy at her comment and wondered if she was telling the truth or just being kind to me. I settled for the last thought. She led me towards the picture booth. "I'll do good, Ms. Sinclair," I said after she walked off, right after showing me the picture booth box. She nodded, and I slapped my head, wishing I'd said nothing. I haven't been here for five minutes, and I'm already showing my weirdness. I cursed myself. Shortly, couples were popping up, and the party began. Some came to take pictures. Since the school couldn't afford a better picture booth machine. I had to be the one to collect the cash they had to pay before taking a picture.

Beside the paper and pen lay a thin box with a set of graphic pencils. A drawing kit? I opened the pad immediately and began to draw, the dream pouring through me like water down a cliff. It was vivid and fast, my fingers moving on instinct and guided by the memory that wad etched into my mind. The dizzying swirl of numbers, the images in the holographic screens, the massive glowing codes. I drew it as perfectly as I could, adding the faces of my children. After several minutes, I felt no more inspiration coming, so I sat back and stared at the sketch. My fingers had gone sore, my breathing a bit shallow.